Scarlett
I was two seconds away from bashing my head through a wall.
Well maybe not mine, but Eleanor's would suffice. She would not stop her whining. On and on about how her wound hurt, even though I told her not to talk because it took forever of silent creeping around to find an unlocked janitors closet. And my constant paranoia and worry was not helping my anger.
"How much longer will this take?" Eleanor asked casually, with a huff. I rolled my eyes, it being dark enough she couldn't see - not that I cared if she did.
"I don't know," I mumbled, glancing at my watch. I forgot my phone in the classroom. I don't know how long it's been, I didn't check the time when this all started, but it felt like hours... days.
"Ow, my side hurts," she sulked. This time I didn't stop my scoff.
"The bleeding stopped, you're fine until the paramedics see you."
"Do you think I was the only one shot? Maybe I'll end up on the first page of the news paper..." she contemplated to herself. I looked at her incredulously, not believing what I was hearing. But of course, she loves attention.
"Ugh, this is boring," she sighs before slipping her hand inside her back pocket and taking out her phone. At first I didn't think anything of it until I fully processed what she just took out.
"Give me your phone."
"What? No," Eleanor held it far away looking at me in disgust, but I didn't care, I followed the phone's every movement with frantic eyes.
"Just give me the damn phone!" I raised my voice slightly. I sighed in relief when she huffed reluctantly before tossing it at me. I wasted no time in opening the phone and going right to messages, praying I remembered his number correctly before composing a text message.
Me: Louis?! It's Scar, please tell me you're okay.
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Originally wanted to make this a long chapter but decided to divide it because I like the change in POV every chapter. I'll update again tomorrow night with part two of this chapter ;p
PS no shade/hate on the irl Eleanor. I simply use names and faces for my characters, in no way am I truly am implying I know them and think of them as this way.
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